Abigail stares at Andrew.
“You…”
Her demeanour, from the shy little girl, completely changes.
“YOU…”
Hypnosis stops.
She falls to the ground, unconscious.
Drevis busies himself with the preparation forvthe celebration. The return of Prince Falone is a great relief to him. Once he is crowned as the Crown Prince, the official inheritor of the crown, he believes Adiart will be save for another generation.
Of course, Prince Falone will need a suitable bride to have another heir waiting in line…
With those thought in mind, Drevis hums as he overview the work in the kitchen.
A: sigh Alright.
Using Mithras’s Eye, he can already sense her anger.
A: (whispering): Crap, Grea, use the spell “Brotherhood” pronto.
ahem
A: Me?
Grea swiftly obeyed, still in the cult basement, and he felt his body… no, his very soul was shielded.
A:“What…” She turned back to look at Andrew. “Are you…” She missed a hearbeat and ran to the back alley.
A mixture of herbs (rosemary, springleaf and forestboar) is found in her pocket witha note. On the note is scribbled “pain absorbent”.
A: Wait…
He smiles as he takes out his information sheet.
A: Don’t worry friend , you have nothing to fear.
A: Abigail Lindas and… hold on. you?
A: I haven’t seen you before…
A: No matter. He takes out a badge.
A: Andrew Sorben , Observer and Warden.
She came back from the alley with a bigass sword. It was glowing green. She was dragging it behind her, obviously not used to that kinda weapon. “I don’t trust you… Abigail couldn’t lie…you’re the one that took Grea, right?” (Notice that if anyone even the king would’ve entered at that point, she’d have reacted the same) “GIVE HER BACK!”
“My lord I request you don’t tell your son. Goodbye my lord it was of the utmost pleasure to serve you” She puts on her hood and leaves the throne room with her scythe
A: Grea?
checks information sheet
A: Abigail may not lie, but be misguided.
A: I have been a Warden for 4 years. I would know if I wasn’t following the Blue Dragon.
He takes out his hand
A: Come, you both. With my binoculars , i’m sure you’ll be able to find Grea.
The king laughs, turning around, he looks at his kingdom.
“I get to see my kingdom thrive. At least it did not end. A shame! That I cannot see my son get crowned as King. A… Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!”
“…shut up. I don’t need to hear your lies…give me Grea right now. Or you’ll suffer so much you’ll be begging for the sweet embrace of death.”
A: I can help you , and your friend.
A: Please sigh. Give me the potion so I can help your friends. I am not harming you.
Andrew looks at the unconscious Abigail
A: In all seriousness , are you going to do anything about that?
“…” She growled at Andrew. “We don’t need you. Get out of here before I change my mind.”
(Slowly but surely letting her guard down)
“What violence? I’m the one holding the sword here.”
Andrew goes into a battle stance.
A: This violence. I can and will attack if necessary.
“Go ahead. Attack. Prove me right.”
“Mithras…”
“Made me kill Abigail’s parents.”
Abigail is suddenly standing up, her left hand holding a knife.
“Mithras has forgotten… how I killed the last Ritualist… haven’t he…”
Abigail starts laughing, a little insane at that.